[Spotted! Imagine the Metal Gear Solid noise here.]
Ah-- Ah... [She doesn't know how to respond, simply gazing at him for a moment before she turns to the table. She's tempted to grab the apples, but she's worried it'll be too similar to back then and trigger a memory.
Instead she reaches for these little fruit tarts on display and examines them a moment, before taking some napkins as well and extending them both to him.]
...Your face. [She uses a free hand to point to her own cheek] You have something on it. [Understatement of the century.]
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Ah-- Ah... [She doesn't know how to respond, simply gazing at him for a moment before she turns to the table. She's tempted to grab the apples, but she's worried it'll be too similar to back then and trigger a memory.
Instead she reaches for these little fruit tarts on display and examines them a moment, before taking some napkins as well and extending them both to him.]
...Your face. [She uses a free hand to point to her own cheek] You have something on it. [Understatement of the century.]